These words were quite rude. The Huang sisters were shy girls. Their snow-white cheeks were flushed red. They were angry like a light pink plum blooming in the snow.
Huang Zhiyun was quick-tempered. She immediately stood up from her chair. "What do you mean by that?"
The man glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. Huang Zhiyun was so angry that her body trembled. She almost rushed forward to find someone to argue with, but she was stopped by Huang Zhirou.
"Could it be that the spirit stones can't compete with us, so she wants to use her lip service? It was really laughable, she spoke gently. She sat there like a demure magnolia, but her words were like a prickly cactus. It could be said that she had hit the nail on the head.
The man's face immediately darkened. It was obvious that he had been hit on the spot.
